Country lanes coming to mind, thoughts of living in
New Jersey on top of a mountain,75 acres all to our-
selves.
Well, except for the deer, squirrels, birds and an
occasional roundup when the cattle got out, escaping
from Tullo Road Farm.
Quite a sight to see, we were told to stay inside while
cowboys rounded them up, never knew there were cowboys
in New Jersey, but there certainly were!
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